fancy light, sweet nancy.

“There is something magical that happens to the light after sunset, when the sky becomes a giant sheet of soft, directional illumination, when the shadows soften and the colors deepen and the temperatures begin to slide into a cooler, kinder place . . . when one’s pupils begin to widen their aperture, and thus give everything a shorter, softer depth of focus.

This is “sweet light”, that magical time between sunset and dark. I think it is perfectly named.”

Cody pulled to the side of a two lane country road as Addie and I hopped out, waded through knee high weeds into a freshly harvested corn field. She twirled three times, hopped twice and just like that, the light was gone.